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Chance or Destiny? (A short story)

She opened the door and there he was Or perhaps he opened the door and beheld her He was tall and dashing, not exactly handsome She is dark and pretty with a handful of freckles Their eyes clash in a flash of recognition He accepts the seat even as she forms the words of offer She can tell he is shy in the words he utters He wonders why she's suddenly slowed her breathing They speak of this and that, relevant and mundane I sit up here and twirl in delight Basking in the glow of lovers reprise He turns to leave, her heart is ablaze His name she does not know, her future she sees in his eyes She bids him farewell, he pauses, a look of something on his face Is it of longing, is it of despair Is this of chance or a dazzling pair of stars crossing Don't look my way, those questions in your heart I'm just a fly on the wall, this perch my temporary home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 7/19/2009 6:09:00 AM
Wow Didi, this poem is good. It takes my thoughts to the many casual greetings that we make and take daily in public places. Perhaps, missing the chance of a lifetime... and perhaps, not. The answer never to be known. I love this poem! DAS-J
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Date: 6/1/2009 11:29:00 AM
Didi, you really wrote a fine poem here..I like the Angel-on-the-cat-seat view! very creative talent you are!!! Jim
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Date: 5/29/2009 1:30:00 PM
excellent and one of the eternal question..seeing someone dumbstruck by you???? or being dumbstuck by someone..always a mind altering experience and seldom 2 sided. Last time I felt that way and one of the few times it was a guy who was pumping my gas LOL go figure? Excellent! good communiccating!!!Light & Love
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Date: 5/28/2009 7:17:00 AM
Never disqualify the self with doubtful thoughts ... allow the heart to dream like a kite with head scouting the wind ... and string in the reality of your hand like destiny ... thanks for allowing me to read your work. I want to encourage you to continue to write ... you have a eye for detail ... and great dramatic style. Bravo ... love always.
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